\"b***hes love me cause they know that I can rock
b***hes love me cause they know that I can rhyme
b***hes love me cause they know that I can f**k
b***hes love me cause they know that I’m on time
throughout the projects
done – done – this is how it should be done
this is how it should be done
with style style style….done.
pow – muthaf***a – pow
b***hes love me
love me love me love me love me
b***hes love me
b***hes love me cause they know that I can rock
done – done – this is how it should be done
this is how it should be done
with style style style….done.\"

my eyes
they mean nothing
your eyes
tell of many lies
our souls
burned by a touch of love
apart forever
never to meet again
now these eyes pulse
now these eyes feel pain
now these eyes are ugly
now these eyes see the truth
now these eyes are closed

excommunicate my soul
for your gleeful acquiesence makes me cry
drape the sorrow over my eyes
a heavy gravity winces into these window portals
so leave the body on the porch
and a time will come
to rid yourself of your enemies
until then
flow through me your spirit of antique stains